Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique
Chapter 71 - 71 071 The Rebirth of the Man in Blue!

71: Chapter 071: The “Rebirth” of the Man in Blue!

71: Chapter 071: The “Rebirth” of the Man in Blue!

The gentle moonlight, streaming through the window, spilled over Ling Feng’s body.

Under the moonlight, Ling Feng’s body glimmered with a silver radiance, as if he were a statue, sitting cross-legged in silent meditation, like an old monk in deep contemplation.

As time elapsed, strands of faint red light flickered uncertainly around Ling Feng, and the air around him saturated with a scorching, overbearing aura.

The bed beneath him even turned somewhat yellowish-brown under the terror of the heat.

After a while, Ling Feng opened his eyes, showing a look of delight on his face.

“It worked!

Qi Condensation Ten Layers, reaching the so-called Qi Sect realm!”

Ling Feng clenched his fists, feeling an unprecedented powerful strength pervading his entire body.

The nine layers before Qi Condensation mostly involved the process of True Qi accumulation, but only upon reaching the Tenth Level of Qi Condensation, with the Qi Veins throughout the body interconnected, would True Qi flow like a torrential river, unending and uninterrupted.

When circulating, there would not be the slightest obstruction, its release and withdrawal as desired by the heart.

No wonder those from the Qi Sect were so much stronger than Martial Artists at the Ninth Layer of Qi Condensation.

Only a prodigy like Ling Feng could achieve the heaven-defying feat of killing a Qi Sect member while at the Qi Condensation Seventh Stage.

Now, the night was still endless, with the dew growing heavier and the mournful insects incessantly chirping.

Ling Feng took a deep breath to suppress the slight joy in his heart and once again focused his mind, circulating the “Asking Immortal Qi Refining Technique” to solidify his realm.

He was not at all impatient and soon entered a state of empty mind, forgetting himself.

…

Time passed, and the night quickly came to an end.

As the morning light grew faintly bright, Ling Feng got up to collect Stone Marrow Flower Dew for Duanmu Qingshan, for today was the last day the Flower Dew was needed.

After today, the remnant Sword Qi within Duanmu Qingshan’s body would be completely eradicated.

In less than half a moment, Ling Feng collected a bamboo tube full of Flower Dew and delivered it to Duanmu Qingshan.

Duanmu Qingshan was clearly very excited.

Having stayed awake all night, he took the bamboo tube and drank it all in one gulp.

He had no doubts about Ling Feng’s medical skills.

After all, he had suffered for ten years without being able to relieve the worsening of the True Qi within his body, yet Ling Feng had managed to control and gradually improve his condition in just two short months.

“The best time to expel the Yin Cold Sword Energy is at noon, when the Yang energy is strongest.”

Ling Feng could see the excitement on his Master’s face; he had waited too long for this day.

Suffering from the Sword Energy’s torment was secondary; what truly angered him was his falling realm, hampered by that Sword Energy, which made his hope for revenge seem lost.

“Xiao Feng, thank you!”

Duanmu Qingshan placed his hand on Ling Feng’s shoulder, expressing gratitude for his appearance at the most desperate time, bringing a huge turning point to his fate.

“Between Master and disciple, there is no need for thanks.” Ling Feng smiled lightly; while he had helped Duanmu Qingshan, had Duanmu Qingshan not also helped him?

Since becoming a disciple of the Sect, those Peak Masters and Elders had looked down on him, even considering casting him out to the Outer Sect.

Had it not been for Duanmu Qingshan bestowing upon him the “Asking Immortal Qi Refining Technique,” teaching him the “Shattering Star Sword Technique,” and protecting him with the Sect Leader Jade Token, he might not have lived to see this day.

Everything has its cause and effect.

“It’s a pity, my daughter has been missing for ten years now, her whereabouts unknown.

Otherwise, I would have betrothed her to you, for you to become my son-in-law, adding to our kinship.”

Duanmu Qingshan sighed and picked up his wine gourd, drinking in solitude.

“Uh…” Ling Feng touched his nose, thinking that given Duanmu Qingshan’s age, his daughter wouldn’t be that young, and with such a drunkard for a father, his daughter was probably a little drink-lover herself!

“Ah, Xiao Rou, Xiao Rou, I wonder where you are now…”

Duanmu Qingshan, reminded of his sad past, could not stop sighing.

“Master, dwelling on the past does no good; once you break through, you can naturally search for your daughter’s whereabouts.”

Ling Feng paused, then said, “Master, please go to the courtyard to absorb the warmth of the sun.

At noon, I will administer the acupuncture.”

“Hmm,” Duanmu Qingshan nodded, not saying anything more.

With a swift leap, he lightly landed in the courtyard outside, moved over a bamboo chair, and sat back to bask in the sunshine.

Time ticked away until finally, the red sun in the sky reached its zenith, signaling the arrival of noon.

Ling Feng strode up to Duanmu Qingshan and produced a row of Golden Needles from his bosom.

“Master, this is the last time I’ll be applying needles.

I need to completely eradicate the Cold Poison Sword Energy within you, which may cause some intense pain.

You’ll need to endure it.”

“The pain in the body can never be more intolerable than the pain in the heart,” Duanmu Qingshan said lightly with a smile.

“Let’s begin!”

Ling Feng nodded, took out a Golden Needle, and with the first needle, directly sealed off Duanmu Qingshan’s heart meridian.

When the Sword Energy is uprooted, there’s a risk it might go berserk, so sealing off Duanmu Qingshan’s heart meridian was a precautionary measure.

“It’s all up to you now!”

Duanmu Qingshan clenched his teeth.

With his heart meridian sealed, even a master like him could only survive about thirty breaths.

That is to say, Ling Feng had to complete everything within the span of thirty breaths.

Ling Feng didn’t speak.

His hands flew in tandem, holding eight Golden Needles and swiftly pierced them at points around Duanmu Qingshan’s heart and lungs where the Cold Poison Sword Energy lay hidden.

Inserting needles, changing needles, pinpointing needles!

Every motion was performed in one go!

Duanmu Qingshan was astonished; eight needles released simultaneously, each hitting every acupoint with such precision and swiftness.

Such Eye Power, such skill, one could only describe it as divine.

He considered his medical expertise extraordinary.

Within the Sky White Empire, he could even hold the revered post of Divine Country Imperial Doctor, but compared to Ling Feng, his own modest medical skills seemed negligible.

“Truly worthy of being the Medical Saint’s successor.

Even though Ling Hanyang is gone, his medical expertise has indeed been passed down.”

A wave of emotion surged through Duanmu Qingshan’s heart, but soon, the intense pain from his body sent his mind into blankness.

Ten breaths!

Twenty breaths!

Ling Feng was racing against time, beyond thirty breaths, and Duanmu Qingshan would die by his own hands.

A physician holds life and death in their hands.

Ling Feng’s eyes sharpened, the Eight needles in one; his fingers moved like a whistling wind, manipulating the needles, directly targeting the final acupoint.

“Roar!”

Duanmu Qingshan let out a sky-piercing roar from his mouth, and one could vaguely see wisps of blue-black mist dispersing around his body.

The blue mist represented the Sword Qi left in Duanmu Qingshan’s body by the previous Sect Leader.

The black mist, the Cold Poison Sword Energy, had been generated within Duanmu Qingshan’s body due to long-term accumulation.

This final needle expelled all the Cold Poison Sword Energy, and from then onwards, Duanmu Qingshan would no longer suffer from the torment of the Cold Poison Sword Energy.

“Retract!”

Ling Feng’s fingers danced, and all the Golden Needles were retrieved as if counted.

When everything was finished, it was exactly thirty breaths: not a second more, not a second less.

“Phew…”

Duanmu Qingshan let out a long breath, his forehead drenched in sweat, yet his complexion was incredibly ruddy, as if he had rejuvenated by ten years.

“I’m completely cured!”

Upon inspecting his inner Qi Sea Elixir Field with his Divine Sense, Duanmu Qingshan saw clarity.

The Cold Poison Sword Energy that had plagued him for ten years was finally eradicated!

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